The raptor’s nest, I’m thinking, signals me,
while transiting the deck. My eyes ingest
on leafless branches what appears to be
the raptor’s nest.

Too high for squirrels, hawkish squawks attest
to presence in my home vicinity.
On some occasions I see soars in quest

of calories to nurture progeny.
Today I gather evidence I’m blessed
with noble neighbors. I’m that glad to see
the raptor’s nest.